A/N: Hey to all! I know some people hate authors notes, and its like "would you please get on with the story now" but I would like to give a personal response to all my reviewers since I love them so very much, and I love it when authors do that. KT The Shimmer Skank: I agree that Miranda angst has been done time and time again, but I hope mine stands out somehow. Thanks for saying I have an interesting concept, but do you think it's too overdone? Like theres a million other stories like it? Give me your honest opinion. Baby-Angel AKA LaLa: I think we ALL love stories on Miranda's perspective. They're just so entertaining. Miranda's a great character with lots of room for the author's imagination to play with her personality. I will update soon, as you requested. Thanks for reviewing! 13itterSweet: Thanks for thinking of me as a great writer! I'm not sure I'm necessarily GREAT, good maybe, but not great yet. I'm glad you like my story! Alastar: Yes, poor, poor Miranda. Once again angst ridden and depressed. We make her suffer for our own amusement, how evil are we? I also love Miranda and Gordo fics, they have a tendency to be so much better than just plain old Lizzie/Gordo stuff. No offense to that stuff of course, some of the best stories on this site are L/G. PS did you get your name from the book The Lightkeepers Daughter? Kris: Thanks for complimenting my work. I will continue as requested. Starcraze: Yes, Miranda angst certainly HAS been done a lot. I'm gonna try and handle it the best I know how, so it doesn't get lost in the sea of all the other Miranda angst. I'm pretty sure she won't try to commit suicide, but will probably contemplate it pretty seriously. I might make her do some other dramatic stuff, but not dying. Someone else will have to go. Nahima Tala: I happy you're enjoying my fic. That's why I write them! Miranda angst stories are definitely some of the best things out there. I hope you keep reading! *S *: I'm sorry it makes you depressed! I don't like depressing people. I will continue, don't worry. I always finish my stories. Love-fool: I'm glad you like it a lot. I enjoy writing it a lot. I will continue ASAP.

And now for what you've all been waiting for...

"Hey guys, whats going on?" An especially happy Lizzie bounced over to us and said. She really makes me sick, does anything bad ever happen in her life? I mean besides going an entire hour without seeing Ethan Craft from twenty feet away.

"Uh..uh. nothing." A very nervous Gordo finally responded.

She'll never be on to him now. Nope. She's TOTALLY clueless, Gordo. Great, now even my thoughts have a sarcastic ring to them. Apparently Gordo doesn't like sarcasm. Well, fuck him. Oh, I'd like to, wouldn't I? Well, I'm not going to live my life according to him anymore. I'm going to live my life the way I want to. Who cares what Gordo thinks? No one! Exactly. He can go marry that blonde bitch for all I care. I won't even show up for their wedding. Nope.

I'm so full of bullshit. Who cares what Gordo thinks? I do. I care about what he thinks more than anyone on this whole poor, pathetic planet. Hell, I lye awake at night wondering what he's thinking.

"Guys, I gotta.go." Now THAT should win the verb of the year contest. You know what? Screw it. They should just give me the English award of the year contest.

I hustled out of there in a hurry and suddenly realized that I had no idea where I was going. Somewhere inside, I thought. Somewhere where all the people aren't. I ran into the bathroom, I was alone.

The solitude was deafening. When I had closed the door none of the sounds of the outside world could get in to intrude upon my misery. I realized I hadn't even looked back to see the expressions on my friends' faces. Friend, enemies, whatever. It didn't matter anymore.

Gordo didn't love me. He only loved happy, cheery little Lizzie McGuire. There was something wrong with me. I looked into the mirror and stared back at myself. I couldn't believe that all the thoughts I my head take place inside the mind of the innocent-looking fourteen-year-old staring back at me.

Innocent looking. I'll never be innocent again. I haven't been innocent for a long, long time. I try and pinpoint the exact moment I lost my innocence, and figure I was never born with it. I've always been spiteful, always been sad, always been unpleasant.

I am the exact image of ugly, I conclude. I bet that when people here the word "ugly" my exact face comes to mind, even if they've never met me. I guess its my hair, or my eyes, or complexion, or something that makes me ugly. I feel like one big, huge, walking collection of imperfections.

I see the toilet in one of the stalls and imagine myself forcing myself to throw up. If I do it enough, I'll get skinnier eventually, I figure. But then I just laugh at myself. I don't have the willpower to start something routine like that. Besides, the only reason I'd probably even do it is just to get attention from Gordo. To make him worry about me, and fret over me. Most of all, just to even get him freaking thinking about me.

And yet I still stand here alone. No ones run after me, no ones concerned about me or even noticed the absence of my presence.

Well, you came in here to be alone, you know. I tell myself. I'm so hypocritical. Sometimes I just wish everything would go away and I could be emotionally numb for the rest of my life.

Whoah, the world suddenly started fading out and everything slowly turned black and I felt my head hit the ground. I couldn't see anymore, and I felt myself slowly falling unconscious. What was going on? I don't know, but I sure hope this is what death is like. Now wouldn't that be ironic?

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I have to take this big statewide test this week and last so I've been really tired and busy. Sorry this is a short chapter and not quite as good as the other ones, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Don't worry, this isn't the last chapter. There is definitely a lot more to come!